On a spring day, at dusk, there were actually two people fishing by the small river outside the small mountain village.
"Where are you from?" Su Lingchuan asked Jiang Mao, staring at the water.
"I often live in Cangzhou, and I often go to the capital to live for a while." Jiang Mao answered without being surprised, throwing a fishing net.
Cangzhou, the fiefdom of King Yue, is also a border land adjacent to neighboring countries.
"Who is there in the family?"
"There is only one mother in the family."
The two asked and answered, which was actually a rare harmony.
However, Su Lingchuan didn't ask him what he does for a living now, he felt that there was no need to ask, he had also tasted Jiang Mao's craft.
"Heh——" Jiang Mao noticed movement in the water, and suddenly pulled it up, and saw that it was a big fish.
The fish was too big, so Su Lingchuan also went up to help.
It's getting dark, and it's not good for the two of them to stay outside for too long. Jiang Mao took out a fish and tied it with a straw rope, and handed it to Su Lingchuan, "Chunnuan fish is fat, uncle should try it too."
Su Lingchuan still wanted to refuse, but Jiang Mao hurriedly said, "It's not worth a lot of money."
Su Lingchuan sighed, such a person is really hard to refuse. His son, who is usually cowardly, would rather be beaten than let go because of this man, he can understand.
The next morning, the fish was placed on the dinner table of the Su family.
Madam Su originally planned to do it by hand, but Su Qingbai couldn't believe his mother's craftsmanship, so he just snatched the job.
"I know how to cook fish, Jiang... I watched him do it a few times." Su Qingbai looked at his family and laughed.
Seeing that he talked about the cook unabashedly, Su Lingchuan sat there with a beard and staring eyes, very annoyed.
"Okay, okay, try it."
The four of them sat around the table, Su Qingbai sat over and filled bowls for the three of them, and then served himself at the end.
Su Lingchuan knocked on his hand, "Go and call Su Huai."
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It was still a day in spring, but the willow leaves in the small mountain village had already elongated, and the green color had become a little darker, not the tender buds they were before.
On the road at the head of the small mountain village, under a row of willow trees, a young man walked forward at times fast and at times slow.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally lost his patience seeing the old man with the big yellow dog surpassing them. He turned around abruptly, facing the people following him, "Let's hurry up, shall we?"
The person following him was taken aback for a moment, but the little man with a tall stool stopped and poked there, a little confused, apparently not understanding what he meant.
The young man, that is, Su Qingbai, looked helplessly at the other party's bewildered look after he finished speaking, so he had no choice but to calm down again, "Why don't dad carry you away? Grandpa is still waiting for us."
The little man on the opposite side, that is, Su Caicai, stomped his feet on the ground, unwilling, and wanted to go by himself.
Su Qingbai lost his patience, stopped asking him, and left with someone in his arms, "It's not good, isn't it just wearing a pair of shoes embroidered with small flowers? Your father and I used to wear a lot."
Mrs. Su is not good at making clothes, but she has embroidered a lot of flowers. A few days ago, she asked a new friend to make shoes for her grandson.
Su Qingbai doesn't really understand his mother's aesthetics, white soles, green uppers, and a few red flowers embroidered on them. Su Caicai also likes it so much that she stomps her feet when she walks.
With Su Caicai in between, Su Qingbai came to the field.
A few days ago, the Sun family sent a letter saying that they would come to see them in the border town, but after waiting for a month, the Sun family did not wait, but the spring plowing came instead.
In fact, this is normal, after all, it took several months for their family to move to the border town, and it also took Jiang Mao a month to rush, and the Sun family probably took a while.
This morning, Su Lingchuan prepared the seeds early, put the seeds on a cart and pulled them to the field. Su Qingbai had to take care of Su Caicai, so he came a little late. If you want to go by yourself, if you don't let me, you will scream.
Seeing that the sun was getting higher and higher, Su Qingbai didn't care about his howling, picked up the man and left.
The end of this row of willow trees is where Jiang Mao lived. Jiang Mao sat under the tree to deal with official business. When he saw the two hurried past, he called them to stop.
Su Qingbai has been annoyed by Su Caicai for a long time, and thinks he has too many things.
"Here." Su Qingbai threw Su Caicai to him, "Look at him today, I have to go to work on spring planting."
Jiang Mao shunned Su Caicai's hair and asked him, "Spring sowing?"
Jiang Mao also planted corn with his old parents in his previous life, but it was not so early. He remembered that he always planted corn after the wheat was harvested, and it was almost summer at that time.
But after thinking about it, Su Qingbai's family doesn't seem to grow wheat, and the climate here is different from his previous home, so I understand.
"So..." Jiang Mao thought for a while, and said, "Look at Cai Cai, I'll go."
"No!" Su Qingbai immediately refused, "Coaxing your son is much more tiring than Chunbo."
Jiang Mao smiled softly.
Su Qingbai didn't understand the point of the joke in his words, and looked at him inexplicably.
Jiang Mao leaned over and kissed him lightly, "This is the first time I've heard you say that Cai Cai is my son." After speaking, Jiang Mao kissed the little fat man in his arms again.
That's right, it's the little fat man. He was just fatter than the other children in the mountain village. Since Jiang Mao's father came, Su Caicai has managed to become a veritable fat man.
Su Qingbai blushed, and gave him an untimely white look, "Be careful of being seen, be more careful next time."
"Yeah!" Jiang Mao nodded without thinking, as if obeying Su Qingbai's words.
Seeing him like this, Su Qingbai became even angrier. They have been together for almost a year, and he still doesn't know Jiang Mao
Every time I say something, I promise very well, but what about the reality? One thing is said, another is done behind the scenes.
It looks like a teacher, a gentle gentleman, but in fact he talks like farting.
However, Su Qingbai has nothing to do with him, knowing whether this person should lie or lie, he probably won't change it.
"I'm leaving."
"Oh!" Jiang Mao thought for a while and asked again: "By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch today?"
Su Qingbai stopped and thought for a while, and said: "It should be lighter, a little more sour, um... In short, it should not be too greasy."